Seems like every time life starts straightening itself out, something's gotta go and happen.

Seems like every time life starts straightening itself out, something's gotta go and happen.

One place exists as their interpretation of it. For the people living and thriving inside of it, it's another place.

What you say is what matters.

Even with all of its changing, Brooklyn's architecture still feels like home, the language feels like home. It's changing so quickly that it's surprising. It's surprising still, when someone looks kind of askance to see me walking towards them.

Keep on doing what you're doing.

As a poet who has the tools for interpreting the poem differently, you can begin to deconstruct it. But the human being who's like, "I know about conversation, I know about language, I know about hard times," will approach the poem differently.